The murder of my maidA Poem by RJDIP"My tortured maid" RJDIP It was never said Someone murdered my maid Strangled her, and made her to cry Her fleshy buttocks on the floor they lie She cried and called my name out loud But I was busy watchin news I just told her not to shout But the b***h kept calling me requesting me to save I got angry and pissed off and told her to behave She was then cut off in front of me Her sweet breasts were full of sweat Her pink aerolas were beautiful --- I considered them a threat Oh women! I shouted when I looked into her eyes But the offender by then was busy using his device He teared her down infront of me as I only stood Thinking in my mind will my maid be able to cook food Cause I'm so hungry right now! © 2023 RJDIP |
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Added on January 20, 2023 Last Updated on January 20, 2023 AuthorRJDIPToronto, CanadaAboutI am currently the best poet that is present on the earth. Maximum are fake. Most are acting. Lot of them political chimpanzees. I and only I am the real one. If you really want to read poetry read m.. more..Writing
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